The WarsClarke, Irwin, 1977 - 226 pages In 1915, Robert Ross, a young Canadian, enlists in the army as an officer. His experiences of life in a training camp, of the trenches in Europe, and with death, are vividly told. Some strong language amd explicit descriptions of sex. Winner of the 1977 Governor General's Award for Fiction. 1977. |
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... bottle . He didn't miss once . As Robert and Clifford sat there watching the dog must have caught their scent , for it turned around and began to bark . The man with the stones in his hand gave a friendly wave and called out : " hallo ...
... bottle . He didn't miss once . As Robert and Clifford sat there watching the dog must have caught their scent , for it turned around and began to bark . The man with the stones in his hand gave a friendly wave and called out : " hallo ...
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... bottles - took aim and threw a stone . It arrived and the bottle was demolished . " That's what I'm doing , " he said . " Killing bottles . " " Oh , " said Robert . " I have to keep my arm in , you see . ” " Yes , sir ! " said Clifford ...
... bottles - took aim and threw a stone . It arrived and the bottle was demolished . " That's what I'm doing , " he said . " Killing bottles . " " Oh , " said Robert . " I have to keep my arm in , you see . ” " Yes , sir ! " said Clifford ...
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... bottle . “ Finish it , ” he said . Robert thought for once he would like to be drunk and tilted the bottle skyward , draining it dry . He had never been drunk before — and the smell of the bottle reminded him of his mother's room at ...
... bottle . “ Finish it , ” he said . Robert thought for once he would like to be drunk and tilted the bottle skyward , draining it dry . He had never been drunk before — and the smell of the bottle reminded him of his mother's room at ...
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